Wake up in bed, lights off, bright alarm clock so i can faintly see.
Realize i can't move. Calmly tell myself over and over to move.
See closet door at opposite corner of room slowly open.
Now I'm screaming in my head to move.
Break out of paralysis, grab sword displayed on my shelf, and turn on lights.
Light bulb immediately goes out, turn on TV, TV goes out as well. Frantically try to open the door.
Finally wake up,
Back in my bed, same exact position, and i can't move.

It was a dream, it repeated itself, over and over, and over. Each time just a little different. Each time a little worst. Couldn't escape, just began from the beginning. Can't/Don't want to remember how many times.
If there is a hell, that'll be mine.

Also on a side note, it really pisses me off how anything contained within a larger version of itself is now called [X]ception, e.g. Woah bruh a circle in a circle CRICLECEPTION LOLLOLOLLLLOO HAAHaaahaaha HAHAHA So funny le MEME